Me and Izzy were laughing about my embarrassing childhood story. I’m so glad we are getting to know each other so well. We stop at a red light laughing until we couldn’t breathe. When the light turned green, we slowly started to accelerate. Out of the corner of my eye, a blinding light was shining from my left side. I turned to look and it all happened way too fast. My eyes got wide and my heart started racing. I felt the impact of the unknown car slam into ours and a blood curdling scream escaped from my throat. It mostly hit the back side of the car however, the way the other car hit ours; Izzys body flung and she hit her head on the driver’s side window. My head slammed back into plastic, causing it to crack.
I felt dizzy from the hit and I leaned over towards Izzy who seemed to be knocked out. "Izzy... IZZY" I exclaimed frantically. I slightly shook her, trying not to cause her more harm but she was definitely knocked out. Other cars around us had stopped when the accident occurred but others still whizzed past us in a hurry. I stepped out of the car when I knew it would be safe. I almost lost my balance but regained it while making my way to the other car. I looked through the driver’s window to see if the person was okay. The one sitting in the seat was a male who looked around the age of 35. He wasn’t okay. The front end of the car was crumpled like a can. The Airbag was deployed and the man’s face was covered in blood. His head was tilted back against the chair and looking down into the car I could see that the airbag had shattered his knee caps. I needed to call for an ambulance before the man died. I needed to call for an ambulance to take care of my friend too. I was about to turn around and head back to the car to get my phone and call. Hopefully I still had the list of emergency numbers my mom had given me. Worst case would be that I called my mom or asked a stranger on the street.
Just then, I felt a hand come down on my shoulder. I jumped, still in shock with everything that was going on. When I looked up to see who it was, Paul was looking down on me with concern in his eyes. Tears started running down my face. I knew that as soon as I looked into his eyes and saw the concern, this was all real.
"Are you alright?" Paul breathed out almost in a whisper. I was too in shock to say anything so I just nodded. My head was pounding from hitting it and as I remembered, I lifted my hand up to the spot where I felt it burning. When I brought my hand back down it felt wet and warm.
"You’re bleeding!" Paul exclaimed. He took me over to Izzy, where David was leaned against the passenger door with his head down talking urgently into his phone. When it happened, our car slid a few feet away from the vehicle the unconscious man was driving. When I saw the damage done to the car, tears streamed down my face even more. Paul took me around to the passenger side and helped me up into the seat telling me to sit down and try to calm down. He gave me a gentle hug and walked back around towards David who just got off the phone. They spoke to each other while I sat, looking at Izzy. How could I calm down? This was all my fault. If I didn't distract her, we wouldn’t be in this mess.
"I’m so sorry Izzy" I whispered. I laid my head back as I heard loud sirens approaching and I closed my eyes.
"Hey Elizabeth, stay with me I need you awake" I heard a voice say to me. I opened my eyes hoping to see David but was only slightly disappointed to see Paul hovering over me.
As soon as the ambulance and police arrived, people kept asking me questions that I really couldn’t answer. Some of them were using big American words I had never learned before but Paul and David helped me out. I told the Police all I could and I watched as the people in white put the unconscious man on a stretcher. He didn't move a muscle. They listened to his heart and someone grabbed a difibulator. That means that his heart has stopped and they have to try and restart it. I got panicky as I watched the scene. Another man was checking Izzy's vitals and I sat with Paul and David anxiously hoping that she was okay.
"Clear!!" I heard a man in white yell. I looked over and they repeated it three times. One man shook his head to another, and the man with a clip board marked something down.
"Dead," Paul whispered and David somberly shook his head.
They put Izzy on a stretcher after checking her vitals and she was alive, just knocked unconscious. They loaded her and me into the truck and closed the doors. All I wanted to do was sleep, and that’s exactly what I did as I felt the truck accelerating.
Beep, beep, beep.
I heard machines making noises and I tried opening my eyes. I squinted to see but it was very bright and it hurt my head. Whoa, de ja vu.
"Hey sleepy head, are you feeling okay?" I heard a male voice coming from my right so I turned to see who it was.
It was Paul. I looked over to where Izzys bed was, next to mine. "Is she okay?" I asked Paul.
"Yeah, she should be fine," he said sounding unsure. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I’m fine." I tried to sit up but my neck hurt too bad and I cringed from the pain.
"No you're not; I'll text David to get a nurse."
"David? David is here?" I asked. I wanted to see his face; in hopes it would make me realize that everything was going to be okay. To be honest with myself, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the plane ride. The way his eyes glimmered and his beautiful smile. The way it was so comfortable to be around him, comfortable enough for me to fall asleep on his shoulder, a complete stranger. In the restaurant, I couldn't help but notice him and Izzy giggling and flirting with each other and it made my stomach flip. Now is not the time to be upset about that, my friend is in serious condition and I’m pretty sure the last thing on her mind is stealing my crush from me. Who isn't even "mine" to begin with.
"Yeah," Paul was saying, shaking me from my thoughts. “He went to grab some coffee but he’s coming back to the room now and will bring a nurse." Paul nervously kept flipping his phone around in his hand.
"Hey," I looked up into his brown eyes. "We are okay, I promise" I tried to smile as warmly as I could.
"But, Izzy," he began as his face grew more and more distressed. "She is still unconscious."
Great, both of the guys liked her. I felt a jab of jealousy followed by guilt. They are just worried about Izzy, so am I. Now isn't the time to be thinking about boys. I looked over at Izzy and watched as her chest rose and fell. "She’s breathing, her heart rate is normal; I think she will be okay don’t worry."
Paul gave me a slight nod and we both jumped at the sound of the door being opened. A nurse walked in followed closely by David. She looked to be about in her 20's. She was about half a foot shorter that David and she had long, dark, curly hair, pulled up into a pony tail. She was wearing green scrubs and holding a clip board. She walked up to my bed and looked at me, her eyes just as dark as he hair.
She pushed her glasses up, securing them on her face. "Hello dear, good to see that you are awake, tell me everything you remember and then tell me what hurts."
Remembering my head had gotten cut, I reached up to the spot where it was bleeding and instead of dried blood, I felt a bandage wrapped around my head. I then proceeded to tell the nurse everything I remembered.
The whole time, the nurse nodded her head in acknowledgement and took notes on her clip board.
"The only thing that really hurts is my head, and my neck." I told her.
"Okay, well the Doctor will be with you shortly," she said as she turned around and walked out of the room.
The guys talked amongst themselves as I lay in the bed and reflected all of the events that occurred since I left my house. I thought about my mom and how she had no clue I was here in the hospital and I also thought about Sarah, I haven’t talked to her at all since I’ve been here, granted I haven't been here long. I thought about the girl who had been rude to me for no reason and I thought about the great practice between me and Izzy. Izzy, she was still unconscious. I really hope that she's fine.
When the doctor finally came in, he introduced himself as Dr. Lewis. He talked to me for a little while and checked my vitals. He simply told me I had a high concussion and whiplash.
"You’re not going to be able to play soccer for at least two weeks," the doctor stated simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Tears rolled down my cheeks and David reached out to squeeze my hand.
"It's only two weeks," he whispered. "You’ll be fine." He squeezed my hand once more and then let go.
I hated him for saying that. He doesn’t know, he has no place to tell me 'its Just two weeks' because it isn't. It's more than that. I just got here and I already can't play. In a way, David is right. At least its two weeks and not a whole entire season or longer. I looked over at Izzy who I’m sure would understand if I told her about my past but, I didn’t want people to know so I want going to tell her. I turned to the doctor, who was watching me, "Thank you Doctor Lewis," I said as politely as I could. "How is my friend Izzy?"
"Izabella will be just fine; she just needs to sleep for now. Don’t worry; I’m sure she will wake up soon. I will get your paperwork together and it will be at the front desk so when you and your friend are both done here, you can pick it up." He told me.
I nodded my head and laid back when he shut the door.
I looked up at the ceiling and listened to the guys talk about guy stuff. Izzy, laying in the bed to my right, let out a loud blood curdling scream. Before I could think, I jumped out of the bed rushing to Izzy. I moved way to fast and got dizzy, I almost fell but Paul was there behind me and he steadied me. Izzy still had her eyes closed, but that scream. "Hurry, David, someone, one of you!! Hurry and call the Doctor!" David rushed out of the room and Paul got me back in my bed. I intently watch Izzy as her hand twitched and tears rolled down her cheeks.
The Doctor and two nurses came in with David and read all the machines that Izzy was hooked up to. Doctor Lewis pulled out a mini flash light and shined it in her eyes while one nurse checked her pulse and the other was checking her I.V.
Doctor Lewis looked at me, "its okay, she’s fine. She’s just having a dream." He put his little flashlight back into his pouch and stood facing me.
I relaxed a little and closed my eyes, "I'm sorry I freaked out Doctor."
He let out a chuckle and told me it was alright. He suggested I try and rest and quit stressing out. The Doctor left; followed by his two nurses and I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I quickly drifted off to sleep listening to the boys talk again. I really hope I can sleep this headache off.